Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on September 9, 2013 Posted under Poetry Comments 57 Comments Ode to a Mushroom — Concrete Poetry Shroom MushrooM rising up in the dark, cap of a wood elf caught under the trees on a fallen log, dirty, damp, musty smell, wiped clean, fried in butter, divine. Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham Ways to Share this:EmailPrintTwitterPinterestFacebookMoreTumblrPocketLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related concrete poetryfairy talefictionfriendly fairy talemushroomPoetryTreewood elf Post navigation ← Maple Forest Haiku Sun Bright Haiku → 57 thoughts on “Ode to a Mushroom — Concrete Poetry” Hi, I löike such special poetry forms. The mushroom is very nice. LikeLike Reply Thanks! My kids and I love concrete poetry. LikeLike Reply Great idea, well enacted. LikeLike Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply Awesome poem. My wife loves mushrooms fried in a bread batter. I’ve never like them myself, but they do look cool! Oh, and you’ve made me want to go and dig out one of my old poems. LikeLike Reply Why not? Dig it out. I haven’t written much poetry since high school, and I am enjoying my renaissance immensely. 🙂 I have to admit this was an older poem. Pre-blogging era. I made so many drafts of concrete poems, but this was the only one that worked and survived editing. The haiku are all new. LikeLike Reply Good evening my dear Brenda….felt like missing your poems tonight….:) I’ve got some porcini (wild mushrooms) raised in the dark today….They were so…..divine…::) YOU are right…. ::) LikeLike Reply Sounds fantastic!! Yum! Your descriptions of food are pure enchantment! Thanks for your comment, Luane! Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Oh, you are adorable! 🙂 LikeLike Reply This is such a funky looking poem, I’m inspired to give it a go! Great descriptive choice of words too 🙂 x LikeLike Reply Thanks! My kids and I try to write concrete poetry sometimes, and we have found it surprisingly challenging. I may never achieve another, but I will continue to try. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Brenda LikeLike Reply Hi! I nominated you for the Seed of Light Award. Please get the badge at http://wp.me/s3HJaG-concern and get more info. Have an inspiring day. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Thanks! I’ll be by to visit soon. 🙂 LikeLike Reply You’re welcome. 🙂 LikeLike Reply awesome, Brenda! 🙂 I’m a mushroom person, so I could have them any time… 🙂 – – – I’ve “landed” here via Tigress and I’m delighted with what I’ve found… 🙂 My very best & cheers, Mélanie, Toulouse, FRANCE. LikeLike Reply Tigress is a wonderful person, my heart breaks for her. She is a delight to me. Thanks for visiting me, I will come and visit you! Brenda LikeLike Reply Very clever! LikeLike Reply Thanks, not mushroom in my head for serious thoughts. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Visually and magically delicious. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Thanks!! 😉 LikeLike Reply i love this, the words, the visual,and the twist at the end ) LikeLike Reply I know, you didn’t see me eating it right up to the picking of the stem. I was hoping it wouldn’t upset people, but I do love mushrooms. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Sounds tasty! LikeLike Reply Simple, but incredibly yummy. I’ll have to put my cream of mushroom soup recipe in a story coming up. It’s ridiculously easy to make your own if you can make a roux. Hugs, Brenda LikeLike Reply I love eating fried in butter mushrooms! I also, enjoy seeing all the varieties of mushrooms and toadstools, too. Your poem covered all kinds of great descriptions and I enjoyed it a lot! LikeLike Reply Thanks! I play it safe and only eat the ones from the store. My current fave is fresh shiitakes and white button mushrooms mixed together. Then add a little cream and serve with steak. Sigh of pleasure. Can’t eat like that every day, but after a hard day of assessing, rearranging and organizing the linen closet, yum! LikeLike Reply I love wild mushrooms fried in olive oil. Great concrete poem Brenda! What about the Fly Agaric? Perfect pixie toadstool, it’s amazing too! LikeLike Reply Google tells me the fly agaric is poisonous and psychoactive — although pretty. Definitely leaving that for the pixies. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Yum! I’m hungry and now imagining them stuffed! LikeLike Reply Oooh, love them stuffed, too. I usually make them for Thanksgiving stuffed with bacon, scallion and cream cheese. And mushroom turnovers from trader joe’s. Delish! LikeLike Reply This is a cute poem, I can just imagine those mini wood elves underneath using them for a cap. Also it reminds me of how awesome my mom’s homemade mushroom soup is. Which actually sounds pretty good right now, because it’s already getting chilly over here. LikeLike Reply Love homemade mushroom soup, and it’s surprisingly easy to make. That’s an idea for tonight. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Oh very good!! 🙂 It’s amazing how something so strange looking that grows from dead things can be so delicious when fried! 😀 LikeLike Reply Supposedly they filter bad things from the earth as well and make our world cleaner. 🙂 Yum! LikeLike Reply Oh dear. The professor loves mushrooms. LikeLike Reply 🙂 LikeLike Reply Cleverly done, and yummmmmm love Mushrooms! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Mmm, me, too. 🙂 Thanks for your comment! Brenda LikeLike Reply I love field mushrooms and you have done them proud in this clever poem. thank you for putting a smile o my face. LikeLike Reply I’m so pleased! Thanks for your comment! LikeLike Reply LOL…this is soooo cute…especially those words that formed the stem!! Thank you for sharing, my friend! Cheers!! 😀 LikeLike Reply Hugs, Brenda LikeLike Reply ヽ(´ー｀)ノAwww…huggy hug hug!! ヽ(´ー｀)ノ LikeLike Reply Yes magically so 😉 xx LikeLike Reply 🙂 LikeLike Reply Wonderful I like mushroom so much ………….. LikeLike Reply Me, too! LikeLike Reply Magical! LikeLike Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply I’d “like” this if I liked shrooms in fried in butter. But alas and alack, I never partake in the fungus among us. 🙂 I did enjoy your poem except for those last four words! LikeLike Reply Ah, you must get plenty of vitamin d there in the desert, but here in the gloom of New England, a little extra vitamin d in the diet is divine. And I do like mushrooms, in poetry, stories, and in a wine sauce over steak. Sigh for my father’s grilled steak. LikeLike Reply Ode to Magic Mushroom….;) LikeLike Reply Are you having a magical moment? 🙂 LikeLike Reply No, I kind of just say what comes to mind though. LoL. LikeLike Reply Well, have a magical day nonetheless, LOL Brenda (Stay away from Magic Mushrooms or the fairies will find out!) LikeLike Reply You to, hehe. LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply to The Wandering Poet Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.